Ye Yinfeng quietly looked at the incoherent Yelu Wuji, and inexplicably his heart was filled with an unconcealable cold. Yelu Wuji's life is certainly a tragedy, but he treats such a tragedy with such an extreme approach, and the poor person must have something to hate, he thought in his heart.

Although Ye Yinfeng didn't know what kind of story the other party had experienced, he was not interested in listening to it anymore, except for the sharp pain that came from his body, and he also had a doubt in his heart. That was Yelu Wuji's kick in his chest, but he didn't feel the slightest pain from his chest. On the contrary, he felt a trace of his true qi slowly flowing in his chest, and although it flowed very slowly, he still felt it clearly.

The ribs on his chest are still a little weaker than the bones on his back, and according to the strength of Yelu Wuji's kick, it is impossible for his chest to be intact. That kick seemed to dissipate the silky true qi that Yelu Wuji had imprisoned in his chest a little, thus giving him a little cushion space for his own true qi in his chest.

Thinking of this, Ye Yinfeng had a glimmer of hope in his heart, as long as his true qi could still operate, then he would definitely clear the weird true elements that were imprisoned in the major acupoints around him. There was no unusual expression on his face, just silently secretly mishapping the mantra in the Heart Sutra, slowly guiding the Tai Qing Qi on his chest.

Yelu Wuji saw Ye Yinfeng show a silent posture, and he didn't say anything more, just kept biting the hare leg that was roasted golden by the bonfire. He didn't mean to give it to Ye Yinfeng, he didn't see any pity in his eyes at all, only the terrifying hideousness and viciousness.

A sharp pain came again, and when the sharp pain reached Ye Yinfeng's chest, the Tai Halal Qi in his chest was like a few spring rains, which resolved the sharp pain in his chest a lot. And the strange true qi that had been imprisoned in his body by Yelu Wuji's secret method also showed signs of loosening, and this discovery made him overjoyed. But he could not show it, but curled up under the corner of the rock cliff, silently.

The Tai Halal Qi in his body was running very slowly, a few points slower than the speed of the snail crawling. He knew that as long as he regained control of the Tai Qing Qi in his body, then the True Qi imprisoned in his body would be dissolved by him one by one.

Yelu Wuji didn't pay attention to the dead man-like Ye Yinfeng anymore, he looked out of the cave, and saw that the sky outside didn't know when it began to brighten a lot. The rain has also weakened a lot, and layers of mist began to emerge from the cave, enveloping this heavy green Taihang Mountain.

Ling Tianyun's body rose slightly, he wanted to turn back and look at the blue-shirted young man with a lone sword once more, but his body was no longer under his control, and he shot like a cannonball towards the mountain beyond the official road. In the end, he didn't keep that slightly immature face again, and that sword-like arrogant posture.

He was about to lose consciousness with a pain all over his body, and he only felt the sound of the wind roaring in his ears, and the raindrops the size of beans hit his face, making him feel a sharp pain. The bean-sized rain hit him in the face like a thousand blows, causing a dull pound in his chest, and he almost threw the sword out of his hand.

He just instinctively clutched the sword, his consciousness already blurring. Yelu Wuji's sword qi had already dealt him a heavy blow, and coupled with the guilt and indignation of Ye Yinfeng, he could no longer support his consciousness.

He let his body roll in the air, and he didn't know where it would fall.

Just when his consciousness was about to blur, a warm current suddenly gushed out in his dantian. That warm current was like the warm sunshine in that winter, like the dew that the dry earth ushered in a long-lost nectar, so that the sluggish true qi around him began to show signs of recovery.

The warm current poured out of his dantian like lightning like a moist spring rain, and then flowed to his body. That warm True Qi was extremely pure, like a catalyst, activating all the withered Taiyana True Qi in his body, and in an instant, wisps of Mahayana True Qi turned around in his body, alleviating the severe pain in his body a lot.

For this sudden change, Ling Tianyun's brain suddenly stirred, causing him to suddenly recover from his consciousness.

With a "bang", his body fell heavily in the air, and he fell into a dead grass, but fortunately it was a flat ground full of dead grass, so he was not harmed. And as soon as he landed, his body was like a sturdy cheetah, and he rolled over and rose to the ground.

He looked around and found himself beneath the official road, and as far as he could see, in addition to the white raindrops, there were mottled dead trees and strange rocky walls. When he saw his surroundings clearly, a dense layer of sweat could not help but appear on his back, except for a small flat area of dead grass, the others were sharp rocks and cliffs. He didn't know if it was his good luck or the high skill of Ye Yinfeng's throw, but he still survived by luck.

Thinking of that absolute gaze, thinking of Ye Yinfeng, who was arrogant but not good at speaking, he felt an inexplicable sourness in his heart. He didn't know if he was lucky or God's favor, he didn't know if his acquaintance with Ye Yinfeng was an arrangement of fate or a trick of fate, but he always felt that there must be some kind of connection between him and Ye Yinfeng, could it be that as the rumors said, he and Ye Yinfeng were the ones who could find the inheritors of the two 'Apocalypse Jade'.

He had never believed in such words as fate, but he didn't know Ye Yinfeng without fighting, and until this time, Ye Yinfeng's righteous and awe-inspiring expression just now still appeared in his mind. He believed that Ye Yinfeng must have his reasons for doing this, and he also believed that if he still had the strength to fight, he would do the same.

The rain slid down the back of his neck, and a chill rushed over him, pulling his thoughts back. He looked up, he didn't know why Yelu Wuji didn't chase him down, and he didn't know how Ye Yinfeng used to drag the man in red who wanted to put him to death, but he still knew what he was going to do next.

"If you die, I will definitely avenge you, if you are lucky not to die, then my Ling Tianyun's life is yours. I will definitely fulfill the agreement between us and swear not to kill Yelu Wuji. Ling Tianyun said secretly in his heart, a resolute look appeared in his resolute face, his angular face was like that knife, and there was a terrifying momentum flowing through his body.

Unfolding, he swept down the mountain, knowing that he had to get to Zezhou as soon as possible. He hesitated in his heart, whether he wanted to turn back and investigate Ye Yinfeng's condition again. But he is not a person who does not care about the overall situation, and now the Northern Han and Khitan coalition troops are coming to the city and rushing to Nazezhou, if the enemy army is not identified, then it will cause some trouble to the eldest brother who personally drives the expedition. This battle is related to the safety of the Great Zhou, but also to the safety of the Han people in the world, he is very aware of the importance of this battle, and he also knows that he must seize the opportunity to obtain information about the enemy.

A white shadow walked slowly on the vast official road, and the white shadow dragged a figure-like figure, holding a pure white paper umbrella. From the pouring spring rain, until the vast spring rain began to weaken, the rain began to show signs of stopping.

The sky began to brighten, but the white mist that swirled around the mountains became thicker and thicker, and the white umbrella seemed to float in the fog above the muddy official road. A gust of spring breeze blew, tearing away wisps of white mist, and a peerless face suddenly appeared under the white umbrella, but above the alluring city-like face was a pair of blank eyes.

The figure surrounded by white shadows walked with light steps, although there was a cold meaning on his face like rejecting people thousands of miles away, but the long skirt like white clothes and snow was fluttering, like a fairy who had been mortal for nine days. This woman is the Dugu Aoxue after the amnesia, after she separated from the disappointed Yan Longxing, she couldn't help but be at a loss, and she subconsciously came to the north.

She didn't know how long she had been walking along this official road, and she didn't know why she had come along this official road. It's just that she knows that she has a desire in her heart, longing for her to go north, and she doesn't know why her heart is so longing. And this desire is getting stronger and stronger, as if if you don't go north, you will lose something that is extremely important to you.

After the amnesia, her skills were long gone, and the boots under her feet had long been wet with the muddy water, and pieces of dirt stuck to her boots. And the white paper umbrella has long been tattered, and it has been hit by the bean-sized spring rain, and the long skirt of Shengxue has also seeped into the water.

She only had a bag on her back, and there were only some clothes and stuff in her bag, and the rest was the medical book.

Yelu Wuji didn't know when he walked out of the cave, he stood at the entrance of the cave, facing the slight drizzle, feeling the bright sky, a pleasant breath lingered in the mountains, making him can't help but let out a long roar towards the mountains. Even though he exhaled the depressed breath in his chest, his demonic aura was even stronger.

He looked at the winding official road, and when his gaze landed on a white dot, his bewitching eyes couldn't help but flicker a few times. Then, ignoring the leaf yin wind that was curled up in the cave, he swept down the mountain like a goshawk, and threw himself towards the white dot that slowly moved forward.

Dugu Aoxue tightened the corners of her mouth, and a breath that made her heart palpitate suddenly fell from the sky.

In the distance, she saw a crimson figure emerge from the mountains. And the breath that made her heart palpitate was the crimson figure, and the breath of heart palpitations made her whole body tremble, and she wanted to avoid it, but she found that her feet did not listen to her call at all, and were trembling and trembling.

The crimson figure quickly appeared in front of her from far to near. It was a bewitching man in red, and the man in red rushed down like a goshawk in the air, and then his body fell lightly and landed in front of Dugu Aoxue. Looking at the strange man in red, she felt a throbbing feeling in her heart for some reason, especially in the man's eyes, which seemed to be like a phantom, as if he could kill her at any time.

The rain stopped, and from the mountains came a cuckoo cry, and the crisp cry resounded in the misty Taihang Mountain. The sound of this cry echoed among the empty peaks, making it difficult to hide a strange atmosphere circulating in the mountains.